Dogs In The House

since we love the dogs
who sleep with us
now we must feast
with all the fleas

we feel the rhythm
of their barks
we mark our lives
with dog ears

we master the art of
stand and sit and roll
and get that ball!

now scratch my back
as i scratch yours.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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